Day 40 of 365 I last saw him in 2016 when I went to Jiaganj and I took this picture. Who knew that it would be the last time I would see nanu. And who knew that this picture would be needed for his obituary. I bummed my first cigarette as a young teen from him and a cousin and I hid on the terrace and smoked it. I remember him peeling mangoes and talkun, going to the market to get fresh veggies and lotus seeds. It feels sad to lose my last living grandparent but he lived a good long life on his terms, never interfering with anyone elses's. RIP Bhanu Babu. (I usually called him that like all his friends did)












